Chapter 1: A fate worse than death.
Selene POV
I was born on the day the moon sheds its skin.
It is said that the moon sheds its skin every one thousand years and at that time, it is at its weakest. The energy from the sun and the stars would cease to feed it and anything born at that time would be bad luck.
'A fate worse than death'.
Since the day of the moon shed couldn't be counted by the strongest of moon priests or priestesses, everyone had to walk around with three pinches of Evening Primrose and Saffron tied around the ankle. It if gets hot and tries to burn you, it's an indication that the moon would shed its skin that day, so you hide.
I was weaker than the weakest of werewolves with a wolf as tiny as a kitten and no matter how much my parents tried to change my destiny, it was my fate to be hated by my mate and strangely, he could not leave me... for the day he does, tragedy would befall him.
"What kept you so long?" Xavier barked as soon as I climbed into the car, shaking me out of my reverie.
He had gratefully driven me to the pack hospital for my monthly shot of Mug wort and beetroot to help preserve my strength. I couldn't tell if I had become weaker as I aged.
"I'm sorry," I murmured smoothing my dress as I sat on the seat opposite him "The doctor had to,".